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TalOS watched closely as muscles tensed and eyes moved from one side to another. Even with the world outside slowed, TalOS could see each of his brothers in something much more relative to real time. They were demi-gods, why would something as simple as time relativity afflict them so easily?
There were a lot of things he could do at this moment but the Primarch pondered on the facts of the situation. Such thoughts were joined with the warning signs upon the Machines Spirits that were maintaining his state of advanced consciousness. Was it really smart to keep slowing his mind like this?
No, it was not. Standard doctrine says that it should only be maintained for twelve seconds at most and he was keeping it live for forty five. Yes his unit was much improved on others but it was still a machine that needed to be cared for. The reason he allowed it to go on for so long was the logic that this was a dangerous moment with his life on the line.
Was it on the line, not now.
So with that TalOS decided to understand the situation. Relaxing the Machine Spirit he allowed the world before his eyes to move at its standard rate.
“Fulgrim.” The voice of Horus was subtle with a powerful infliction in an attempt to make it heeded, “You do not need to take this fight. It is I who was honored fighting alongside you these last few years and it is you who I will continue to have at my side. Let this be.”
Fulgrim looked at Horus with anger, but for every second he faced his brother TalOS sensed the will to fight and brawl started to ebb away. He looked upon Leman with a scornful glare while seemingly measuring if he should heed his brother’s words.
Leman looked like he was about to go for a taunt, but the hand upon his shoulder from Dorn began to tighten with a helpful dose of annoyance. He gave a laugh to say, “Another time then, Fulgrim. You can find me at any time.”
“I will keep that in mind, brother.” Fulgrim said as he turned away from the Wolf and towards TalOS himself. He did not say a thing and instead gave a small huff of annoyance while taking his seat. Whatever good mood he had before was gone, replaced with an annoyed melancholy.
“Good everyone, good!” Cheered Vulkan as he looked towards one of the few doors in the room, “And just in time for Father to come in too.”
As Vulkan announced that the air became saturated with the sweet tange of raw psychic power.
The Emperor arrived.
